I have to form some sort of plan, but the longer I try to focus, the more confused my thoughts become.

Dean will have sigils on the wall of the bunker, sure. But that hasn't exactly proven to be a foolproof plan in the past.

I've still got an angel blade in my bag, but if Gadreel's wits are still in tact, he won't let me get close enough to even poke him with it.

As I see the upcoming sign for our exit, I remember that I'm not driving. Cameron is. She doesn't know how to get to the bunker.

"Exit 28." I direct.

"Okie Dokie." she says.

I like her. She says okie-dokie.

"So what happens if this Gadreel guy is already there when we show up?" Cameron asks.

"Well, Cas is there...I'm sure he can handle it."

Am I sure? I'm wondering if my arrival, my presence, will make any difference at all against Gadreel.

Gadreel.

Angel.

Not human.

I should probably warn this girl. She has no idea what she's stepping into.

"Look, I should tell you...this will get weird." I begin awkwardly. I've done this before. I've explained the supernatural to hundreds of people. Why is it so hard this time?

"This...cult...that Gadreel is in, they're powerful. And tricky You should know that anything can happen, okay?"

"If you say so." she says, looking at me like I'm some distorted monster. I suppose I am.

"It's not a joke." I hesitate. "Have you ever had any sort of combat training?"

Snort. "Oh, yes. I've had lots of training."

"Any actual experience?" I press.

"Tons."

Aloof. Adjective. Not friendly or forthcoming; cool and distant.

As we pull off the exit, I clutch the bag to my chest, feeling my sawed off shotgun and the angel blade through the fabric. Drive faster, I beg silently.

Jess is being surprisingly quiet.

"How much further?" Cameron wonders.

"Turn off here." I point at a little dirt road. "Hurry."

My sense of urgency builds in my gut, and I've learned to begin to trust it. I pull out my phone to try to call Dean again.

With a loud pop, everything in the car suddenly dies. The car comes to a rolling stop, crunching up gravel as Cameron steers it to the side of the road.

The sun watches suspiciously, hushing the wind so that even the corn stalks on either side of us are silent.

Cameron sighs, turning the key in the ignition a few times and getting nothing. "Okay...I take it we're walking?"

I'm far from being as ridiculously calm as she is.

"Lock the doors." I say quickly. I pull the felt pen out of my bag and start making a sigil on the window. I doubt I can write it fast enough, but it's worth a try.

"See this?" I point at the sigil I just drew and toss the pen to Cameron. "Draw exactly the same thing on your window."

I pull out the shotgun and ram a fistful of ammo into the barrel.

She carries out the command surprisingly quickly, with amazing accuracy.

Is she even human? Should I be worried about her too?

"Mind telling me what's going on?" she asks, studying the sigil curiously.

I hand her the angel blade, praying that she won't make a fool out of herself. I shake my head and put my finger to my lips. Then I point at my eyes, then the windows. Get the drift. If she's so smart, she'll know what I mean. I push my seat back and draw another sigil on the back window, and then one on the windshield.

Silence.

I glance at the girl who has suddenly become my combat partner. Her hands are steady as she grips the blade, glancing methodically out of each window.

If Gadreel is trying to build suspense, he's doing a great job. If a fly were to sneeze right now, we would hear it, it's so quiet.

It shouldn't be this quiet.

Jess.

I turn my head, and sure enough, there he is, sitting where Jess was only minutes earlier. I open my mouth to scream at Cameron to run, but Gadreel knows he's been detected.

The world outside the windshield flips upside down, then continues to spin, until it stops with a deafening symphony of crushing metal and breaking glass.

The sigils are gone, splintered with the broken windows.

Darkness leaks into my vision, and I struggle to hang on to consciousness. I must be hurt.

Right before the last glimmer fades, I hear Cameron moan. Good. She's still…

I feel Jess' lips against mine. I know them. I would know them anywhere. "I love you." she says.

"I love you too….Jess, why are you crying?"

But she's gone.

...Alive. Cameron is still alive.